otr kadin - money lyrics
[chorus]
money, on money, on money, on money
my ice be shining it’s not even sunny
y’all be some b+tches it’s not even funny
she bounce on my d+ck she act like a bunny
these b+tches be cute but they also be ugly
i’m lucky, i’m lucky, i’m lucky, i’m lucky
she swinging from d+ck to d+ck call her a monkey
these b+tches be short, yeah, i could call ’em chucky
[chorus]
money, on money, on money, on money
my ice be shining it’s not even sunny
y’all be some b+tches it’s not even funny
she bounce on my d+ck she act like a bunny
these b+tches be cute but they also be ugly
i’m lucky, i’m lucky, i’m lucky, i’m lucky
she swinging from d+ck to d+ck call her a monkey
these b+tches be short, yeah, i could call ’em chucky
[verse 1]
i ball out like i’m cp3
look at my diamonds they v’vs
all these b+tches they be on me
all these b+tches they be on there knees
she ask for the d+ck i told her say please
my heart is locked b+tch you need a key
i stack i flip it my money in bunches
this ain’t no football but b+tch i be rushing
b+tches coming over and they already blushing
this beat going crazy with all the percussions
she sucking me up and i’m calling that suction
i smoke all this weed b+tch i can’t even function
getting this money i can’t stop countin’
stack up my money it’s taller than mountain
i’m getting b+tches wetter than a fountain
got all this money i’m an accountant
[chorus]
money, on money, on money, on money
my ice be shining it’s not even sunny
y’all be some b+tches it’s not even funny
she bounce on my d+ck she act like a bunny
these b+tches be cute but they also be ugly
i’m lucky, i’m lucky, i’m lucky, i’m lucky
she swinging from d+ck to d+ck call her a monkey
these b+tches be short, yeah, i could call ’em chucky
[verse 2+ kritikall]
b+tches, on b+tches, on b+tches, on b+tches
these b+tches come by ’cause they know that i’m drippin’
i pull up in and it’s just them giving the kitten
i’m counting this money it’s boring i spend it
i’m copping some dome in the foreign you rented
she snorin’ on you got ’em mad quit pretendin’
the rueger on me and the mag it holds seven
my boy in the back with a glock it’s extended
riches, on riches, on riches, on riches
i’m ’bout my money, yeah, i handle my business
yo’ girl on my d+ck, yeah, you better go listen
get a taste of this life and i bet she gon’ miss it
you living yo’ life and you making no difference
i’m making this money creating this distance
i’m flowing electric ain’t meeting resistance
if i take my d+ck out i bet she gon’ kiss it
[outro]
i ball out like i’m cp3
look at my diamonds they v’vs
all these b+tches they be on me
all these b+tches they be on there knees
she ask for the d+ck i told her say please
my heart is locked b+tch you need a key
i stack i flip it my money in bunches
this ain’t no football but b+tch i be rushing
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